Today I was inspired. Yes, at 6:45 a.m. I was inspired to write. That doesn't happen very often these days, it seems, but nonetheless . . . I'm inspired to write, to read, to take in and hold on. Inspired to live today, this morning, this moment with all my senses instead of barely pushing through each day.
I'm tired of dreading tomorrow. I'm tired of feeling my heart jump out of my chest every time the phone rings. It's not a question of isn't life supposed to be better than this; life is better than this. But if I don't live it, it will be gone.
This is supposed to be the best time in my life. So, what if things didn't turn out exactly the way I planned? What if my life is nothing like I imagined it would be? It's still my life and, though it's being turned upside down and shaken, I am going to live it.
Today I will do more than just breathe.